Info- The only child of a sucessful blacksmith and a housewife.
Both of her parents died in a accident,
leaving her father's apprentice as her takecarer,
Sucessful- yes
2 June, 1860
Sir Johnathan has finally given me a break. I am under a shady pine. I need to move soon as it is starting to rain. Rain drops are scattering on this piece of paper, smudging my work. I see a young child and a lady. They seemed...happy. Father told me that we would certainly be happy here, peaceful. That we would continue building our family. He was wrong.
5 June, 1860
I can feel each raindrop that fallls onto my window. Lady Madeline has offered to put the kettle on, what a nice lady she is. I am getting used to having her around now.
Sir Johnathan is downstairs, I hear him talking to customers about our iron. He is fairly sucessful as a blacksmith. I thank God for him everyday as I would be doomed without him. I can do nothing except hand Sir johnathan some tools that he needs. He has provided me with everything. I have a room to call my own and a housemaid to do my washing.I did not ask for him to give me this and neither does he want to. But he cannot disobey my fathers will.
12 June, 1860
I find it hard to concentrate on anything. There are many men shouting as they push their way through the crowd. More gold has been found in Ballarat. I have decided to go to the river at night, when the streets are quiet.
14 June,1860
When I was younger I had a friend. He was one of the only friends. He and his father left, back to England
Lady Madeline has told me that he has come back, to visit Sir Johnathan. I feel ashamed, for I cannot remeber his name nor his face.
'He is downstairs." Madeline said.
I walked down slowly but anxious to see his face.Before me stood Johnathan and an unfamiliar man. Dark curls cascaded his face, mathcing his chocolaty eyes. His face lit up with warmth, his mouth curved into a smile. A smile to sly it could have been a smirk.
I do not like this man.
He was far too old to be 17. He was watching me with joyful but curious eyes. I winced in disgust. Sir Johnathan gestured me to sit. I sat down, eyes on the ground as I did not want to make eye contact with the man.
"This is Sir David," Johnathan said. "And this is ."
Diary of a gold digger
Name- Katherine Edwards
From- England
Age- 17
Personality- Kind and thoughtful
Info- The only child of a sucessful blacksmith and a housewife.
Both of her parents died in a accident,
leaving her father's apprentice as her takecarer,
Sucessful- yes
2 June, 1860
Sir Johnathan has finally given me a break. I am under a shady pine. I need to move soon as it is starting to rain. Rain drops are scattering on this piece of paper, smudging my work. I see a young child and a lady. They seemed...happy. Father told me that we would certainly be happy here, peaceful. That we would continue building our family. He was wrong.
5 June, 1860
I can feel each raindrop that fallls onto my window. Lady Madeline has offered to put the kettle on, what a nice lady she is. I am getting used to having her around now.
Sir Johnathan is downstairs, I hear him talking to customers about our iron. He is fairly sucessful as a blacksmith. I thank God for him everyday as I would be doomed without him. I can do nothing except hand Sir johnathan some tools that he needs. He has provided me with everything. I have a room to call my own and a housemaid to do my washing.I did not ask for him to give me this and neither does he want to. But he cannot disobey my fathers will.
12 June, 1860
I find it hard to concentrate on anything. There are many men shouting as they push their way through the crowd. More gold has been found in Ballarat. I have decided to go to the river at night, when the streets are quiet.
14 June,1860
When I was younger I had a friend. He was one of the only friends. He and his father left, back to England
Lady Madeline has told me that he has come back, to visit Sir Johnathan. I feel ashamed, for I cannot remeber his name nor his face.
'He is downstairs." Madeline said.
I walked down slowly but anxious to see his face.Before me stood Johnathan and an unfamiliar man. Dark curls cascaded his face, mathcing his chocolaty eyes. His face lit up with warmth, his mouth curved into a smile. A smile to sly it could have been a smirk.
I do not like this man.
He was far too old to be 17. He was watching me with joyful but curious eyes. I winced in disgust. Sir Johnathan gestured me to sit. I sat down, eyes on the ground as I did not want to make eye contact with the man.
"This is Sir David," Johnathan said. "And this is ."